Jealousy ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 25

A/N guys....this story is almost over😭 the next chapter will more than likely be the last chapter. *cries* BUT we will be starting on a sequel SOON. that will come out in the next week or so. but anyways, enjoy :,)

*HARLEY'S POV*

I'm leaving in two days...two.

The past two months have been amazing. I remember when Peter despised me...now we're inseparable.

I'm going to miss him.

We've both been through some TOUGH things in our lives. Like, my dad left when I was six leaving my mom to fend for herself with two kids. We lived off of almost no money. Then don't even get me started on the boyfriends my mom has brought in....yeah, let's not go there.

(A/N sorry but totally irrelevant, but I burnt my thumb on my PopTart and it hurts uber badly, especially to type. but i'm pushing through for you guys👊🏼)

Then there's Peter, he lost both of his parents at age 5....His aunt and uncle died just over 3 years ago....I don't know how he does it...I would NOT be able to be that strong. He's a special kind of breed, Peter.

*PETER'S POV*

When I woke up this morning I just stared at the ceiling for a little while.

He's leaving in two days....today is really his last day-day....

I roll myself out of bed and I walk into the kitchen rubbing my eyes.

"Nice pants bud." Clint sarcastically states while nodding at my pants.

"Yes. The pink pants with the Kitty of the Hellos!" Thor shoves a fudge PopTart in his mouth.

"Shit." I say under my breath.

"LANGUAGE!" I hear my Pops yell from the stove.

I ignore his comment. "These were my only clean pair," I roll my eyes.

"Then just sleep in your boxers or basketball shorts." Pietro takes a seat on the island and starts eating pancakes.

"It was cold."

"Whatever." Thor, Clint, and Pietro say.

"Don't worry bud I've been there before." Bruce walks in and pats me on the back.

"Thanks Uncle Bruce." I smile.

"Hey Pops, Dad..." I pause looking around making sure Harley wasn't up. he wasn't, which was odd since he's always up before me.

"Yeah Peter?" They say in unison.

"Could I do something for Harley tonight? Like a date thingy? I was thinking about setting it up on the roof. Where the upstairs living room is."

"I mean, that's fine by me." Pops agrees to the idea.

"I'm fine with that, but touch the drinks and you're dead." Dad narrows his eyes.

I laugh, "Ugh, fine I won't touch your 50 year old scotch." I roll my eyes jokingly.

"80 years, but still." Dad smiles and nudges me.

"So what do you plan on doing?" he begins to ask when Harley walks in tiredly.

"Plan on doing for what?" he yawns. He takes a seat next to Pietro.

he's too cute in the morning.

"Pops and Dad's 6 year anniversary!" I blurt.

Pops and Dad give me a look. I don't know what this one meant. All I know is that it was a look.